But sometimes I still do.

April 21, 2009

My Bags Are Packed, I'm Ready to Go

Actually, they're not. I should be doing that now, but instead I'm procrastinating. I hate packing. I love going on vacation, but I hate packing my stuff up to do it. Why is this such a chore? I mean, really, how hard is it? A couple pairs of pants, some underwear and a few clean t-shirts. But somehow when it comes time to do it, it seems like an overwhelming task. What's the weather going to be like? How do I know I'll want these jeans and not those pants? Do I need three shirts or four? Can I wear the same pair of shoes the whole time or should I bring two? How can I possibly know the answer to these questions until the moment to put on my shoes or change my shirt actually happens?

And H-bomb has simultaneously become both easier to pack for and more difficult. I don't need to bring a bazillion diapers, three binkies (one to use, one in case he drops that and one in case of emergencies) special utensils or the pack n' play, but I do need to make sure I have enough books and games to keep him occupied, some gummy bunnies to bribe him and enough of his bedtime stuff to make him comfortable.

Add to that all the various gadgets - my Palm T|X so I have something to read, the camera, maybe the Flip, possibly my binoculars. Should I bring my ipod or just put some music on the ol' Palm? Should I bring the GPS? Are the CA maps still installed from the last trip? Plus my paper maps and field guides, my compass and my pedometer. Which may or may not need new batteries.

Maybe I should just stay home. Actually, writing this all out has been somewhat therapeutic, so I should go jam some stuff in a bag before the feeling passes. Wish me luck.

Comments

Heh. This sounds like me last September, when I finally declared that I should just be able to buy whatever I need to wear when I get there and leave it behind when I'm done, simply to avoid the packing stress. :)